CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mario was trying to stay focused. Having made all his runs, he was tired but still had to keep it moving. Checking the time, he was running late to pick up Angie V and the kids, but he wanted to swing by the house and check on it. He hadn’t done so in four days straight since cutting the grass.
When he pulled up in the driveway, a strange feeling came over him, but he didn’t think anything of it as he stuck his key in the lock. Stepping inside, a familiar aroma circulated through the air filling his nostrils. Naw, hell naw, couldn’t be. I must be bugging! A few steps later Mario was standing in the middle of the living room face to face with Sasha.
“Well, hello, Mario. How you been?” she asked with a smirk on her face. A few pounds heavier than when she went in, Sasha looked him square in the eyes, letting him know she was not in the mood for any games.
“Sasha.” He could hardly get her name out as he was shocked and dumbfounded.
“What, Mario, no ‘Hey, wife, welcome home’? No ‘Thanks for going to jail for me while I run around and fuck other females who work at Walmart’? No ‘Good looking out for letting me run through a gang of your money for months on end’? Come on, baby, at least act like you happy to see a bitch!”
Mario still hadn’t moved from the spot on which he stood. He wasn’t expecting to see Sasha standing in front of going ham, at least not for some months to come. Yet here she was. “Damn, girl. When you get out and why you ain’t let anybody know you was coming home?”
“Anybody who? Not your sorry ass.”
“Damn, Sasha, why you going so hard on a nigga?” Mario barked back, trying to defend the verbal attack he was under, but just happy she hadn’t said anything about Kat as well. “You just getting home and already got me all fucked up!”
It was just like old times in their household. Mario would do or say things that were out of order and Sasha would have to cut off into his ass. Toxic as ever, the arguing went on nonstop for at least thirty minutes while Angie V blew up Mario’s cell. Well off into a hour of who did what and to whom, the arguing turned into a physical altercation. Seven punches, three slaps, an attempted kick to the groin, and Mario getting a huge glob of spit in his face, the husband and wife were soon embraced on the kitchen floor fucking like wild animals in heat. When both had exhaustingly climaxed, Sasha lay there, mad at herself for giving in to her overwhelming need for dick, while Mario plotted how to get out of the house and back to Angie V, who had called and texted countless times.
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It was daybreak and Sasha had not let Mario out of her sight. As much as she had planned to be done with him when she came home, it was like he was her addiction. She had fallen back in love with her husband just like that and she was willing to fight any bitch who even thought of coming between them. That included the mystery Spanish tramp she grilled Mario about, who he of course denied.
No doubt, there was no way in hell fire Mario could break the news to her about his “new woman.” Or the hurtful reality that they had a child on the way, especially since Sasha was so gung ho about making another baby all the time they were having sex throughout the night. Mario was torn. And at this point he had to get to Angie V and give her some sort of explanation for his twenty-four-hour absence and make things right in that household. “Hey, bae, I need to go take care of a few things real quick. I’ll be back soon.”
Sasha got up from the bed, wrapping the sheet around her naked body. Walking over to look out the bedroom window, she looked outside, overjoyed to be home. “Welp, that’s good and all, Mario, but you gonna have to find another way to do whatever it is that you do. I need to do some running of my own. So, bottom line, I’ma need you to run me my SUV keys, homeboy. Oh, and by the way the dick was good and I needed it for sure. But we ain’t done talking about how you played me when I was gone. Round two later when we both get back home, so get ready!”
Mario was angry he would no longer have a vehicle to drive, but what could he say? After all, the SUV was Sasha’s. He was just glad that while his wife was taking another bath he was able to sneak out the door and toss Angie V’s daughter’s car seat in the trash can next door before it was seen. It was not hard to notice that Sasha was not the same mild-mannered woman she had been before spending time in jail. Something told Mario to tread lightly. His wife was tired of his lies and manipulations.